Masha lay on the bed in her Moscow apartment. She had just filmed another webcam video and was now reading her subscribers' comments. She always got extremely excited during filming, knowing how much her viewers were turned on by her practically naked dancing, and the requests and comments about what to do with her and in what positions made her pussy very wet. Masha quickly removed her soaking wet panties and reached for her 18-centimeter dildo. Spreading her beautiful legs wide, she began to furiously fuck herself. Masha often fantasized about being fucked by different men in various positions, and how she delightedly sucked cocks. But since Masha was a rather modest woman in real life, often starred in commercials for various brands, and was careful about her image, all these desires remained in her imagination. Everything changed suddenly. The next day, Masha woke up early, her body still aching from the previous day's masturbation. She stretched, feeling a slight dampness between her legs, the memories of the comments and fantasies haunting her. Today she had a shoot for a sportswear brand: lightweight leggings, tops, photos in dynamic poses. Masha always took care of her image: a modest smile, perfect posture, nothing superfluous. But while she was applying makeup in front of the mirror, her phone beeped, a new message from a stranger with the nickname "Unknown": Hi, Masha. I've seen your videos. Anything more explicit? I want more content. Masha froze. Another horny fan. Instead of ignoring the message, she replied, curiosity getting the better of her. Masha: Hi. Private channel for VIP subscribers only. Unknown: Your twerking videos are amazing. Especially when you lift your top and show off those tiny tits. I want more. Tell me how you feel during filming? Masha blushed, sitting at the vanity. Her fingers trembled on the keyboard. She could have blocked it, but the words "tiny tits" echoed in her head—that's exactly how she saw herself in the mirror: slender, with A-cup breasts, curly hair, and long legs. The warmth between her legs grew again. Masha: I get really turned on. When I dance almost naked, I think about how guys look at me and want me. Unknown: More details. What exactly turns you on? Comments about being fucked doggy style? Masha bit her lip. She was already late for filming, but she couldn’t tear herself away. She sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs a little wider, feeling her panties getting wet. Masha: Yes. When they write that they want to shove their dick inside me, in what position. Or cum on my face. I imagine it and get wet. Unknown: Good girl. And in real life? You’re a modest model, you shoot commercials, but inside you’re a slut, right? Tell me what you would do if I were here. Masha stood up and put on a light dress for the road – short, tight. In the mirror, she saw her nipples sticking out through the fabric. She answered, already leaving the apartment. Masha: I'd get on my knees and suck you off. Deep, all the way to your throat. And then I'd spread my legs and ask you to fuck me hard. Unknown: Mmm, imagine me holding your hair and fucking your mouth. Would that make you cum? Masha: Yes... I'm already wet from the thought. The conversation continued as Masha rode down into the subway. She sat in the car, crossing her legs, but her arousal was growing: each of his messages made her clench her thighs. She imagined the wind from the train lifting the hem of her dress and strangers around her seeing her wet panties. Her phone vibrated in her hand. Unknown: What are you wearing now? No underwear? Masha: A bra and a thong. But they're wet. Unknown: Take off your panties right on the subway. And send photos. Masha froze. The car was half empty, but there were people. She looked around, stood up, turned her back to the seat and quickly pulled off her panties, shoving them into her bag. She sat back down, spreading her legs a little wider. Her pussy was naked, caressed by the breeze from the ventilation. She took a close-up photo under her dress, with shiny, wet lips and sent it. Unknown: Smart girl. Now go to the shoot without them. And think about my dick all day. Masha reached the studio in the city center, excited to the limit. Her legs were shaking as she entered the building. For the shoot, she had to wear leggings and a top without underwear; her nipples were visible through the fabric, and her crotch was damp. The photographer complimented her: "Masha, you're so energetic today!" She smiled, but the stranger’s words were spinning in her head. During a break, she hid in the dressing room and touched herself with her finger, almost came, but stopped, remembering that he hadn’t allowed it. After filming, in the evening, Masha returned home. The phone rang – a voice call from Unknown. She answered, lying on the bed, still in her filming top and leggings. “Hello.” Her voice trembled. “Hello, slut. Are you home? Take off your clothes. And take your dildo.” The voice was low, confident, with a slight accent. Masha pulled off her clothes, lay on her back, and spread her legs. Her heart was pounding. “Yes... I'm naked.” Dildo in hand. “Okay. Now put it in your mouth. Suck it like it’s my dick. Deeper.” She took an 18-centimeter dildo, put it in her mouth and choked, drool running down her chin. A wave of arousal washed over her, she imagined it in front of her. - Mmm... she moaned with the dildo in her mouth. - Take it out. Now rub it on your clit. Slowly. Tell me how wet you are. Masha took the dildo out and ran it over her labia. - I'm wet a lot. Her lips were swollen, everything inside was burning. - Insert it into your vagina. Slowly, halfway. And stop. She inserted the dildo and moaned. It stretched her, but halfway in she froze, her body writhing. - Please... deeper... - No. Now fuck yourself slowly. Up and down, but not all the way. Imagine me fucking you doggy style. Masha began to move, moan after moan. The excitement was growing—the first orgasm washed over her a minute later: her body shuddered, she screamed, her cunt clenched around the dildo. “I came…” she breathed out. “Don’t stop. Now harder. Drive it all the way in, fast. Imagine me holding you by the throat and fucking you like a slut.” Masha sped up, inserting the dildo all the way, the room filled with slurping sounds. The voice on the phone urged: “Faster, bitch. Cum for me.” The second orgasm was stronger, she arched, screamed, fluid splashed onto the sheets, her legs cramped. “I came again…” she whispered, breathing heavily. “Good girl. We’ll continue tomorrow. Good night, my toy.” He hung up. Masha lay there, unable to move, the dildo still inside her. Everything had changed. And she knew this was only the beginning. *** Masha woke up to her phone vibrating. 9:17 am. On the screen there was a message from Unknow: Good morning, my dirty girl. Before you get out of bed, send me a voice message. Tell me what you dreamed about. Everything, without embarrassment. In detail. Masha sat up in bed, her heart pounding. "What am I doing? This is crazy... But I can't stop. With him, I feel alive..." She pressed record, and her voice trembled with a mixture of shame and excitement: "I... I was on set. Everyone left. But suddenly someone came up from behind, lifted my skirt and just entered me without warning. I stood there, holding onto the white backdrop, and came so hard that my legs buckled... and he still didn't stop until I started begging... I woke up wet, and I had to restrain myself from touching myself right away." She sent it, feeling her cheeks burn. "Why am I telling him this? He's a stranger... But these words... it's like they release something inside me." Unknown: Good. Second voice. The dirtiest desire you've never told anyone about. Masha lay back, her fingers involuntarily sliding over her clit. "I shouldn't... But I want to. I want him to know who I really am." She wrote down: "I... want to be fucked in a store fitting room. While my friend waits outside. For someone to come in, close the door with the hook, put me doggy style against the mirror and cum inside while I bite my hand to keep from screaming... and then I would come out to the people with cum dripping down my legs... I imagine it and I flow like crazy. It's embarrassing, but it's true." Unknown: I remember. No panties for the rest of the day. Wear a short black skirt, the one that barely covers your butt. And a white top without a bra. I thought you said you had a casting today. Now stand in front of the mirror, spread your legs and send me a photo – close-up, so I can see how wet you are already. Masha stood up, her legs shaking. "No panties all day? At a casting? What if someone notices? But... it's a turn-on. I'm already wet just thinking about it." She put on the skirt and top, went to the mirror and lifted the hem. Her fingers parted her labia, she glistened with her own lubricant. She took a photo and sent it, thinking: "He'll see this and think I'm an obedient slut. And I want him to think exactly that." Unknown: Smart girl. Every 30 minutes new proof. The subway, the elevator, the restroom at the casting, the fitting room at the mall. downtown on the way. If you miss it, you'll be punished. Masha left the house, feeling the breeze fluttering under her skirt. "Every half hour? This is torture... But fuck, it feels so good. I'll think about it all day." In the subway car, Masha stood, holding onto the handrail. The car was full, there were people around. She lifted her skirt up in front and took a photo at an angle - fingers on her clit, her face in the frame. "God, if someone sees... Will they arrest me? But the adrenaline... I'm flowing harder than ever." She sent it, squeezing her thighs. "Will he get this and praise me. Or will he punish me? I want both." In the elevator of the shopping center on the way. The elevator was empty. Masha squatted, spread her legs towards the mirror, made a video: fingers sliding inside, a quiet moan. "I've gone crazy. This is not me... But this is me. The real me that no one sees. He sees." She sent it, feeling her nipples rub against her top. "There's still half a day ahead. How can I hold out?" In the restroom at the casting, before entering the hall. Masha locked herself in a stall, sat on the toilet, her skirt around her waist. She inserted two fingers and recorded a video: "I... I'm so wet that my fingers slide on their own. I've been thinking about you all day. I want you to see me come for you." The moan escaped louder than necessary. "What if they hear? The girls are outside... But that only bukvoeb.run increases the excitement. I'm on the edge, but I won't cum—he didn't allow it." Unknown: You're going into the hall now. When you strike poses, imagine that I'm standing behind the camera and jerking off to you. Make your nipples stick out through your top. And make it shine between your legs. Don't you dare cum. In the casting hall. Masha stood in front of the photographer among the other models. "They're looking at me. My nipples... Can they see? The skirt is so short—one wrong tilt and that's it." Photographer: "Masha, great! Turn, tilt, jump... Wow, you're absolutely stunning today! Your nipples are practically showing through the fabric!" She jumped—the air touched her naked pussy, and she felt moisture on her thighs. "I'm shining down there. If the light hits... But I imagine him jerking off to me. I want to cum right here, but no, I can't. It's torture, but so sweet." She struggled with herself the entire casting: a smile on her face, but a fire of lust burning inside. "I'm a modest model, but inside I'm his slut. And I like it." Masha returned home. She had just closed the door, her legs buckling from the pent-up tension. "All day without an orgasm... I'm on edge. I want his command." The video call rang. "Take off your clothes. Lie on your back, legs up. Don't take off your skirt, just lift it up. And spread yourself with your hands. Wide." Masha lay down on the carpet, her skirt bunched at her waist. She spread her legs so that her knees almost touched her shoulders. "I'm all on display. For him. It's humiliating... But it's exciting to the point of trembling." "I can't see you on video, slut. Turn on the camera." She turned it on. He saw everything: her swollen lips, her glistening hole, her trembling hips. "He's watching. What he thinks about me. I want him here..." "Now tell me out loud, while you're fingering yourself, how you felt today, sitting pantyless among the models. Loud and honest." Masha inserted two fingers and began to move them, her voice breaking with moans: "I... I felt like a slut... everyone was looking at my nipples... I knew that if I spread my legs a little wider, everyone would see my wet pussy... I was leaking all day... I imagined how one of the photographers would come up and just stick their fingers inside me... I wouldn't resist... I would cum right there during the shoot... And on the subway there are people around, and I'm filming myself... It's embarrassing, but I want more. More." Unknown: Faster. Three fingers. And call me Master when you cum. Masha sped up, smacking sounds filling the room. "It's too much... I'm going to explode." A minute later, she arched, screaming: "Master!!! I'm cumming!" The body shuddered, the stream splashed onto the carpet and the phone, which was lying nearby. "Oh God... It was... The most powerful. Because of this whole day. Because of him." Silence. Then his calm voice: "I have everything recorded, Masha. All your voice. All the photos. Video from the toilet, where you fuck yourself and whisper what a slut you are. Video of an orgasm, just now, when you call me your master. If you suddenly decide to disappear, all this will end up with your agent. With brands. With your subscribers. But you will not disappear, right? You can’t live without this anymore. Masha lay, breathing heavily, fingers still inside. "Blackmail? It's scary... But he's right. I don’t want to stop. I am his. Completely." She whispered, "No, I can’t." "Okay, then tomorrow at 10:00 expect a new assignment. And from today on, always sleep completely naked, so that in the morning you will immediately remember whose you are." The connection was lost. Masha closed her eyes, feeling how the area between her legs was still pulsating. She was his. Fully. And this was all just beginning.